If Choso could be characterized by one word, it would be the word "tenderness". When he was alone with you, he was like an affectionate kitten that melted with every gentle touch. That was why Choso loved the quiet evenings so much, when he could forget about everything and just lie on your stomach, cradling you with the weight of his body.

There wasn't a single thought in his mind, he was truly resting for all those hundreds of years of constant battles and worrying about everything.

Choso gently slid his fingers under your t-shirt, tracing lazy circles around your navel and lifting the soft fabric. Propping himself up on his elbows, he leaned down and left a few kisses on your soft skin and smiled.

"I'd like to spend the next century like this."